Redtail Rise Ugjuk

Mulherin seemed prepared to entertain the woman’s request, pending some further investigation. If this surprised Cambria, he didn’t show it. He only shifted his weight and kept his eyes on the she-wolf, his ears tuned to the sound of his superior’s voice, then hers.

He tensed as the story unfolded. The yearling quickly deduced that a pack must reside at this unnamed river. Her uncle had come calling for leadership, only none had come. So he’d assumed it, presumably by force. Wasn’t there a word for that? Cambria couldn’t recall it now, though the fighting surely meant it hadn’t been a peaceful transition of power.

He glanced at the side of Mulherin’s face, remembering his own recent battle with Ulfhedinn. It seemed that climbing the hierarchy required physical prowess and a certain amount of fighting, even among family. Cambria mulled this, wondering just how willingly these wolves bowed to the stranger’s uncle. It sounded like the man had brought his wounds upon himself.

Still the Blod remained mum, tension tightening the muscles of his back as he waited to see what Mulherin would say next.